The heavy wooden gates of the Robinson estate vanished in the rearview mirror as the sleek black town car merged onto the open highway. The morning air rushed past the windows, carrying the crisp, clean scent of a brand-new day. Inside the car, the silence wasn't heavy or awkward anymore. It felt light, like the quiet right after a massive thunderstorm finally clears away and leaves behind a brilliant blue sky. Nkiru sat in the passenger seat, resting her elbow against the door and staring out at the changing landscape. The towering skyscrapers of the financial district were slowly coming into view, cutting sharply against the morning clouds. For her entire life, her identity had been tied directly to her parents' wealth, their country club memberships, and the fancy galas where everyone wore expensive clothes and whispered fake compliments behind each other's backs. Now, that entire world ha

The golden rays of the late afternoon sun stretched across the polished hardwood floor of the penthouse suite, painting long, warm shadows against the walls. From this height, the city looked vast and alive, a shimmering grid of glass and steel that hummed with endless energy. Alex stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding a crystal glass of water. His tailored suit jacket was draped over the back of a nearby leather chair, his sleeves rolled up slightly past his wrists. He looked calm, steady, and completely at peace. The months of hiding in the shadows, of carrying the bitter weight of betrayal, and of enduring the cruel sneers of people who thought they were better than him—it was all behind him now. He wasn't just the secret delivery boy anymore. He wasn't just the misunderstood husband trapped in a house of snobs. He

The morning sun rose slowly over the sprawling skyline, washing the city in bright, golden light. Inside the penthouse, the air felt crisp and full of promise. Alex stood by the large kitchen island, pouring hot water over fresh coffee grounds. The rich, dark scent filled the quiet room. For the first time in years, mornings didn't feel like a countdown to a battle. There were no hidden enemies to track down, no fake identities to maintain, and no cruel remarks waiting for him across the breakfast table. The past was finally where it belonged—behind him. Footsteps echoed softly down the hallway, and Nkiru walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a comfortable oversized sweater, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She looked completely relaxed, a stark contrast to the stressed, high-society woman she had been when they first

The golden light of the late afternoon poured through the wide glass windows of the penthouse, painting warm shades of orange and red across the polished wooden floors. Down below, the city was beginning to sparkle as thousands of streetlights flickered on, turning the concrete maze into a glittering sea of stars. Alex stood near the balcony doors, his hands resting easily in his pockets. He watched the steady stream of traffic moving far below, listening to the faint, distant hum of the metropolis. The chaotic noise of corporate battles, backstabbing board members, and bitter family feuds felt like something from a lifetime ago. Right here, right now, there was only quiet. Footsteps approached softly from behind, and a pair of arms wrapped gently around his waist. Nkiru pressed her cheek against his back, letting out a long, relaxed

The evening air carried a cool, refreshing breeze across the wide stone balcony of the penthouse, rustling the soft curtains inside. High above the glittering lights of the city, the world felt quiet, steady, and entirely at peace. There were no corporate documents waiting to be signed, no frantic phone calls from panicked executives, and no bitter family arguments lurking in the shadows. There was only the gentle hum of the metropolis far below and the quiet warmth of a new beginning. Alex stood by the railing, resting his hands against the cold stone as he looked out across the vast horizon. The sky was painted in deep shades of indigo and violet, dotted with the first bright sparks of evening stars. He took a long, slow breath, feeling the last remnants of old burdens completely melt away from his chest. Footsteps approached softl